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Exodus
by: RageToHope

Get up! Fight!
I should. I was running.
I thought I was free.
But the fiery wind caught me,
stopped me, burns me now,
howling from Hell.
I scream, rage back
at the chaos run through me.
I hate it out here,
unprotected and glaring.
Let me crawl back
to my clammy cool tomb
where the howling just hummed
me to purgatory sleep.
But I hear you...and you...
and you...somewhere beyond this.
I scream and I beg.
Can you hear me? Help me?
Dare I step out? Will
anyone find me?
I fall
beneath
the deafening
cacophany.
But somewhere behind this,
maybe, faintly, I hear
you...and you...
screaming, fighting, pleading:
Hear me!

I get up. I fight
to step out, to reach out
with one hand toward freedom.
I fight to reach back
without falling backward.
I fight
to out-rage
the rage.

©2001 RageToHope. Reprinted with Permission.

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